Solitude And Song

I know the meaning of the poet's words, in solitude to hear the song of birds within a misted glen and feel the wind arising in the place where streams begin. Beneath the sacred trees of silent time, yet I could hear the heart of nature's rhyme that kept the rhythm of a somber grove, the creak and sway within a hidden cove. For solitude and song were given me as gifts from musings of eternity, and they have not withheld a faithful peace where every worry of the world must cease. So deep within the woods I will remain, relieved of strident crowds and rasping pain. ~~~~~ The image is a replica of Henry David Thoreau's cabin.